While under the influence of Purple K, or in other words, a type of pure medical marijuana, I tried to write a few things down. Well, it was pretty difficult, because I was thinking in photographs, instead of film. Don't ask me how I arrived at that metaphor, because the imagery is so goddamn abstract that I would never be able to explain. So anyways, here is what I wrote. Unedited. Don't expect any semantics or anything to make sense for that matter. Why even bother? Man I don't know!
Remember Flag Donut Shape Truck.
Fear Pyramid Scavenger Perforations.
Oh yea. I cannot process this area of transit Black Shape Mirror most trust must sky shimmer heat like a gear shore rise you are me dog.
Funny Ray Fight split two fold bird door.
Cannot burn dome perfect light scatter. Phantom shift burn vibrate hiss water heat good feeling so great Aroc of reflex shaking earth drum monkey on the board.
Senses like wave wave fragments in aperture fade mist Tower like an engine of warmth swim bridge slow fast neck wear Explosion wall pierce running time missing black primal echoes speed up here we go.
Rollercoaster grid ooooooh.
Eyes suffocating chain mail stars frosty poke I can feel my everything cavernous raybound dreams to feel like you mean what you corn funny all one nothing sorry evil reproduce into not existant feel too good to be alive with weight falling loop periods back light bolt of free electrons into roots of branch death wall hit into this way bomb too
At this point, I got to the end of the paper, but I had to keep writing, so I started to write off to the side on the margin, and continued with the following:
much wrong side paranoid points of beams to be suffocating possessed now into vast space lake craze limbur into my arms grizzled smell of doctor visits in exploto carts recurring back into my head through the rine through all operating onion levels never know my clarity here is small into and out of doors and chimneys sky fire popped up in atmosphere close to the eagles dark surges read fail red stream sea foam with rich lifts dappled holes you can't read this alive ooooh No worry again.
As I copied down these words, I recreated specific moments in the experience that I thought were gone forever, these lost moments like designs in the sand smoothed over by harsh winds. Maybe it was a collection of words that brought back an entire image or structure that was supposed to be so temporary. Some of these experiences smooth over and pile up and sometimes you can remember the most distinct of moments, and then the rest goes piling on top of each other to be locked away or shot to pieces. Much like conscious memory I guess. I don't know how this works. I wish I did. I wish science was this far, unrestrained by taboo.
It is the abnormalies that teach us so much more about ourselves than any conceivable normality.
